come break some hearts, now, tear em out

yeah they dropped a new love language. yeah a sixth one. its biting

sorry for my own actions and choices and behaviours. as if its my fault

I think a lot of people would benefit from unlearning the idea that casual sex is inherently disgusting, harmful, or immoral just because they personally don’t want to partake in it. You can stand up for sexual safety and consent without acting like people who enjoy fucking strangers are degenerates. I take no issue with anyone asserting boundaries or stating that they’re not interested in certain kinds of sex or even sex as a whole. But when you condemn or express disgust at others for engaging in consensual sex, that’s when you start to sound like a puritan.

Btw, this includes self-proclaimed “feminists” who shame and lecture women for giving men “access” to their bodies. Bodies are not commodities and sex is not inherently transactional. You don’t lose anything by having sex on purpose with a person you find attractive. Sex is not some metaphysically transformative thing that bonds you to the other person forever. It is literally not that deep.

Sex that is transactional is also fine, if you are content with the trade. You don't lose anything of yourself by selling sex, you don't owe anyone sex and you're allowed to make payment a boundary, and your number of sexual partners does not determine your worth.

the most sexual emotion a man can feel is fear

Now why would Tumblr user twinktorturer say something like this

Men should keep their hair long so it’s easier to pull

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

I do really love dbh but I wish it wasn’t so anti revolution, pro-cop, weird about black people and women etc

reblog to tell prev she's a good girl

“This kink is problematic when you think about it” ohhhhhh shit ok lemme head on over to the kink store and trade these kinks in for one that make my jackoff fantasies morally superior

i love being up early but i love being up late. and i love getting lots of sleep. what now.

to be honest, if i were a wizard, i would also build a moving castle to escape the rest of society and travel the world learning all sorts of spells.

Receiving a Werther’s Derivative from my poser grandma

Started using the phrase “that’s cilantro to me” to refer to the presence of a story element that completely ruins a piece of media for me, disproportionate to its actual badness.

“i can see that lots of people enjoy this dish and i think this dish is objectively well made, but unfortunately it has cilantro in it and i cannot personally enjoy it”